Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 34

Chapter 32: Logan’s Regret

Logan’s POV

All those weeks, that passed with me ignoring or rescheduling anything that had to do with Sedona because I was so caught up trying to relive the life that I had fantasized about with Catherine.

All those dismissals that I had given her, deciding her complaints were not important enough, all those hanged-up calls, all those moments I’d looked at her and seen her arguing about Catherine being more present in Nick’s life than she was and I had told her she was overreacting, she had been dying.

Her desperation to reach out to me, to get me to hear her out and I had shunned everything.

She’d been trying to tell me something was very wrong.

And I hadn’t listened. I’d been so busy being irritated by her, so certain that her emotions were inconvenient and her needs were unreasonable, so convinced that I was the one who was suffering a lot in this marriage that I never even wondered if she was okay.

The divorce papers were not her trying to make a point. She was dying and she was setting me free, and she hadn’t even told me why because she’d known, she known that I would think she was trying to manipulate me, or i wouldn’t care.

When had that become true? When had I become someone whose wife couldn’t tell him she was dying because she was afraid he wouldn’t believe her?

I thought about every phone call I’d ignored. Every text I’d dismissed. Every time she’d come to me with something and I’d shut it down, told her she was overreacting, and went back to be with Catherine, the woman I believed I was in love with.

I thought about Marcus at the gala. *Your wife is devoted to you. Do you know that?*

I hadn’t noticed that at all.

I thought about the labels in my suits, each one carefully stitched in her handwriting. *You’ve got this. You’re going to be amazing today.*

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She’d written that for me. She’d sewn that into my clothing with her own hands, and I had wore it to every business meeting, not knowing she had been rooting for me, all this while.

I thought about Nick’s baby teeth, left behind in their box. Not forgotten, Sedona doesn’t forget anything. She’d left them deliberately for me to find because she wanted out. Because she was going home to die, and she didn’t want to take evidence of a child who’d told her he hated her to her deathbed.

My son had told his dying mother that he hated her. And I had told her she was being selfish.

I sat in that parking lot for a very long time. Feeling very numb, unable to do anything, I couldn’t bring myself to even head to the company. I sat still and I waited for other cars to come and go, for a woman to knock on my window and ask if I needed help because I’d been there so long she was worried. I waved her off, thanked her, tried to pull myself together.

<Logan’s Regret.

+25 Points

Stage three gastric cancer. Three months without treatment. The same day I was at Disneyland. She’d been alone

My phone kept buzzing Work calls I couldn’t answer. A text from Catherine asking if I was alright, she hadn’t heard from me all day. A message from my assistant about a meeting I’d missed. Nick’s school, reminding me about an art show on Friday that I’d promised to attend.

I looked at all of it and felt nothing. Absolute zero.

Where was she? That was the only question that mattered now. Not the divorce papers, not the ring under the bed, not the weeks of silence and fury and wounded pride. Where was Sedona? Was she in treatment? Was she getting care? Was she somewhere alone and sick and-

Cameron.

The tall man at the hospital. She’d introduced him by name. She’d said they’d been together for days and nights, said it to wound me, and I’d taken the wound and run with it, assumed the worst, let jealousy eclipse everything else.

I had to find her. Whatever it took, however many bridges I’d burned, however many times she’d told me she, was done-I had to find her.

Because the alternative was that somewhere out there, my wife was dying alone. And she’d made peace with that. She had accepted that, but not me.

I was going to find one, one way or the other. I wont rest until I bring her home.

I drove until I found myself parked outside the bookstore she’d loved, a place she had divorced while pregnant with Nick and had returned to, once a month up till now to read in peace. I went inside and showed her photo to the man behind the counter, he seemed like the kind that recognized his steady and

consistent customers.

“Oh, Sedona!” His face fell. “Is she alright? She came in weeks ago to return some books she’d borrowed. She said she was moving away. We were sad to see her go. She’d been coming in for years.”

Moving away. That word, I clungto it tightly, she wasn’t staying with someone but leaving. Leaving to where?

“Did she say where?”

He shook his head apologetically. “Just that she was going home.

I thanked him and left, as I stepped out into the cold street. He may have not known where she was but he told me much, Sedona had gone home. She had family somewhere. She’d gone home to them.

My phone buzzed. Catherine, calling this time.

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